Greets,
I had a great time this week. So like Monday after the last post I was totally worn out from a long weekend and was ready to be totally disappointed by the next week - just on account of the whole weekend in Stuttgart.
It's practically a ritual now that after class on Monday we go to this bar right below our school and have a couple of brewskis just to chipper up for dinner. So we're hanging out and the topic turns to reefer - which as many of you know, I expressed some fear regarding availability in a village called fuggin' Horb am Neckar... Anyway, we express various opinions, blah blah, subject changes and we get some laughs in (these usually come from me and Moise at Rafa's expense.) However, on the bus-ride home, Stefan towards the end asks if i'd be interested in some smokez. Word.
So after dinner and homework, me and Carie decide to walk to Stefan's house which is allegedly in the same villiage - Talheim. So fuggin' we follow what I think are his instructions and rapidly we're going uphill leaving civilization. We pass the pub, keep going, pass like a truckstop at the top of the hill, and then are in TOTAL darkness climbing uphill. Finally we get to like an intersection where one path goes back down, the other goes into the woods, and the other across some hills - all still in the dark mind you. There's also some steps going up the hill (which we passed on my walk on Sunday and that my guestfather I guess built) So I call Stefo up and he's like "you went the hard way fool, climb the steps, walk and i'll meet you." 10 minutes later, we're still climbing up these slippery as steps using my cellphone to deter predators. Then we're walking across this field when Stefan's lanky ass emerges out of the darkness. Whewf.
Stefan lives with this like 43 year old German dental technician who lives across the valley in a lower part of the villiage. We took the long way in that instead of going a little bit farther on the bottom along the hill, we practically scaled the motherfucker and then had to go around a crest. This guy, who's name is Haschim or something is brilliant. He wasn't there cause he was visiting his like 30 year old girlfriend in Tuebingen, but he's a total hippy with a steady job and clean clothes. His house is a total pad - minimalist furniture, hardwood floor, a stereo on the ground with a ton of fucking Morcheeba CDs scattered everywhere. Stefan hooked us with more than just hilarious spliffs - fool lit up 50/250 candles that were around, we sat around on what was more or less a designated chiefing table on pillows and shit, got some chips and water ready, turned on the tunes, and had a fucking hilarious time.
So at like midnight me and Carie start heading home but its even darker now...and we really have no idea how to get home. So we think we're going to try and go the same way we came because it'll be easier, but the second we leave the house we hit a perfect V intersection and are like "uhh..." Stefan's voice suddenly comes out of nowhere and yells "left" We're like "duh.." and start going left. Mind you, we're stoopit-hi, and I keep saying shit like "i don't even recognize this...oh wait, yes i do, oh wait,...etc.) Then we meet an intersection and I think "ooooooooooh, I know where we are! Just keep going straight!" I'm convinced I'm Danny Boone on the goddamn frontier or something and that a compass is built into my brain when suddenly, Stefan's fucking house appears out of nowhere on our right. We managed a total circle. I nearly dropped dead from my pride bleeding out of my ass. So Carie finally asks Stefan and he takes us a different way...and a terrifying walk between forests and haunted barns later, I'm at my house. By this time I already got paranoid and as I walked past this playground on a small hill near my house I was totally expecting so see some decrepid old bitch in a wedding ground swinging on the swings. I practically ran.
The next day was basically the same old shit at school, we went to a bar afterwords for a beer where I finally got to meet Stefan's guestfather. This guy is hilarious, he's like divorced, but engaged to some younger lady. Get this - he doesn't even fucking OWN a television. He just reads John Irving books in German, drinks good wine, has foreigners crash at his pad, and every alternating three months smokes tons.
Anyways, Wednesday afternoon I finished my homework in like 45 seconds and got mad bored. There's not much to do in Talheim and the last bus for Horb leaves at like 6. So I SMS Carie who lives a few houses over, like "lets fetch a beer wherever we can find one". I know there's this like Guest House near our busstop that we might as well check out. So we go overthere and this shit is hilarious - its practically your grandma's house. It's super old, and the air is stale, and its totally emtpy with no music. You can hear everything wood cracking with every step and there's pictures and shit of ancient people all over the walls. I felt like I was in Derry in Lord of the Rings or something stopping on a long journey or someshit. Anyways, 1 beer turns into 3 of these gigantic things and when I come home at 11:30 Frau and Herr Weber are watching more teevee. The pattern now when I come home trashed is always the same: they're watching t.v., I come in with a warm greeting, try to get the cat out of my usual space (which is truthfully rightfully its), that fails, I pet it for 2 minutes, then go upstairs.
I'm sick of writing now and we're going to go for our usual Monday post-school brew, but I'll finish more about the weekend (trip to Heidelberg and more clowning around at bars) tommorow. Check ya.
I had a great time this week. So like Monday after the last post I was totally worn out from a long weekend and was ready to be totally disappointed by the next week - just on account of the whole weekend in Stuttgart.
It's practically a ritual now that after class on Monday we go to this bar right below our school and have a couple of brewskis just to chipper up for dinner. So we're hanging out and the topic turns to reefer - which as many of you know, I expressed some fear regarding availability in a village called fuggin' Horb am Neckar... Anyway, we express various opinions, blah blah, subject changes and we get some laughs in (these usually come from me and Moise at Rafa's expense.) However, on the bus-ride home, Stefan towards the end asks if i'd be interested in some smokez. Word.
So after dinner and homework, me and Carie decide to walk to Stefan's house which is allegedly in the same villiage - Talheim. So fuggin' we follow what I think are his instructions and rapidly we're going uphill leaving civilization. We pass the pub, keep going, pass like a truckstop at the top of the hill, and then are in TOTAL darkness climbing uphill. Finally we get to like an intersection where one path goes back down, the other goes into the woods, and the other across some hills - all still in the dark mind you. There's also some steps going up the hill (which we passed on my walk on Sunday and that my guestfather I guess built) So I call Stefo up and he's like "you went the hard way fool, climb the steps, walk and i'll meet you." 10 minutes later, we're still climbing up these slippery as steps using my cellphone to deter predators. Then we're walking across this field when Stefan's lanky ass emerges out of the darkness. Whewf.
Stefan lives with this like 43 year old German dental technician who lives across the valley in a lower part of the villiage. We took the long way in that instead of going a little bit farther on the bottom along the hill, we practically scaled the motherfucker and then had to go around a crest. This guy, who's name is Haschim or something is brilliant. He wasn't there cause he was visiting his like 30 year old girlfriend in Tuebingen, but he's a total hippy with a steady job and clean clothes. His house is a total pad - minimalist furniture, hardwood floor, a stereo on the ground with a ton of fucking Morcheeba CDs scattered everywhere. Stefan hooked us with more than just hilarious spliffs - fool lit up 50/250 candles that were around, we sat around on what was more or less a designated chiefing table on pillows and shit, got some chips and water ready, turned on the tunes, and had a fucking hilarious time.
So at like midnight me and Carie start heading home but its even darker now...and we really have no idea how to get home. So we think we're going to try and go the same way we came because it'll be easier, but the second we leave the house we hit a perfect V intersection and are like "uhh..." Stefan's voice suddenly comes out of nowhere and yells "left" We're like "duh.." and start going left. Mind you, we're stoopit-hi, and I keep saying shit like "i don't even recognize this...oh wait, yes i do, oh wait,...etc.) Then we meet an intersection and I think "ooooooooooh, I know where we are! Just keep going straight!" I'm convinced I'm Danny Boone on the goddamn frontier or something and that a compass is built into my brain when suddenly, Stefan's fucking house appears out of nowhere on our right. We managed a total circle. I nearly dropped dead from my pride bleeding out of my ass. So Carie finally asks Stefan and he takes us a different way...and a terrifying walk between forests and haunted barns later, I'm at my house. By this time I already got paranoid and as I walked past this playground on a small hill near my house I was totally expecting so see some decrepid old bitch in a wedding ground swinging on the swings. I practically ran.
The next day was basically the same old shit at school, we went to a bar afterwords for a beer where I finally got to meet Stefan's guestfather. This guy is hilarious, he's like divorced, but engaged to some younger lady. Get this - he doesn't even fucking OWN a television. He just reads John Irving books in German, drinks good wine, has foreigners crash at his pad, and every alternating three months smokes tons.
Anyways, Wednesday afternoon I finished my homework in like 45 seconds and got mad bored. There's not much to do in Talheim and the last bus for Horb leaves at like 6. So I SMS Carie who lives a few houses over, like "lets fetch a beer wherever we can find one". I know there's this like Guest House near our busstop that we might as well check out. So we go overthere and this shit is hilarious - its practically your grandma's house. It's super old, and the air is stale, and its totally emtpy with no music. You can hear everything wood cracking with every step and there's pictures and shit of ancient people all over the walls. I felt like I was in Derry in Lord of the Rings or something stopping on a long journey or someshit. Anyways, 1 beer turns into 3 of these gigantic things and when I come home at 11:30 Frau and Herr Weber are watching more teevee. The pattern now when I come home trashed is always the same: they're watching t.v., I come in with a warm greeting, try to get the cat out of my usual space (which is truthfully rightfully its), that fails, I pet it for 2 minutes, then go upstairs.
I'm sick of writing now and we're going to go for our usual Monday post-school brew, but I'll finish more about the weekend (trip to Heidelberg and more clowning around at bars) tommorow. Check ya.
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